My footsteps fall softly on sixteenth street
Searching for the sprites of the past
I find only the wisps of memories stirred

I carry a sadness of golden flame
Cured in perfectioned pain
A pain that comforts my soul

I found the porch swing
But it no longer sings of
Dazzling lights in night

The sun harshly criticizes the age
Of this memory going down
Scorching into a white colorless litany

Where are the soft wet kisses
That burned into the bark of my heart
Proclaiming our love by this deed

Now has forever to be trampled
In the wind's rushed revelations of falling Leaves remembering soft wet kisses